Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

you ask me my opinion, already knowing what you have planned 
are you just playing with me, am i disposable, am i not enough, is it you who thinks this, or is it i who rush to the negative thoughts, i feel depressed and i can't seem to find the right way to Express my thoughts 
i have always felt rejected 
unwanted and useless 
but the question is who makes me feel this way is it you or is it the monsters in my head 
you seem to be using me in such a way i want to allow you to continue
 does my opinion really matter will you listen if the answer isn't what you want to hear 
i want to break down and take away my own pain, its becoming to much to hold on my own but no one seems to be willing to help me.
i wish i knew then what i know now 
i wish i had listened to the little me the voices in my head seems to be right at times
 they just confuse me and hurt me, scare me and at times disappoint me
i speak to myself i ask myself what is wrong with me and that's when the voices in my head go silent they don't have anything to say then and my eyes fill up with tears and i beg myself to answer me.